I think everyone is getting used to Sarah and me. No more talks about how I should dump her. Run from her..anything like that. Of course, I'm not getting a lot of talk from anyone, either, but thats OK. I understand. And yeah, I like spending most of my day with Sarah. Most times.
But she can get in her moods where all she cares about is her stuff and what I can do for her. Which means, driving her places, helping her with cooking and even sewing. Yes, I had to put on her home ec. outfit so she could hem it it. Isn't that just wonderful?
And I have to try her pies. I got sick on her custard pie. It was just too many eggs. I like eggs but not like that. I got sick and all. Yeah, she was mad about that. Why didn't I like it? Well, sometimes, you just don't like certain things. Then she wouldn't touch it. I had just ruined that pie for her. Sorry. Geeze.
I was too sick to even fight about it. Maybe it wasn't the pie, but I just can't go near another custard pie.